Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

A storm was hidden in his eyes. "Who are you? Get out!" Marco snapped. He had recently arrived in Meawood City and had not seen Delbert before. He grabbed his bathrobe, put it on, and stood next to Harriet, staring at Delbert. The cold air around Delbert made Marco's heart tighten. In the next instant, Marco felt a fatal blow to his private parts. He gasped and fell to the ground. A chilling voice rang out. "Drag him out and disable him."

“It’s plastic, Piper. It doesn’t have shoulders.” “Still.” I clutch mine closer.“So, tell me. What’s the deal with Luna Serena’s son?” Zoe sighs, her expression darkening. “Ryder told me the whole story. It’s… complicated.” “Complicated how?” She hesitates before saying, “His name is Nicholas. He’s Elijah’s stepbrother. Luna Serena became Elijah’s father’s second chance mate after Elijah’s mom died tragically. It messed them all up—Elijah and his father grew distant, and even when Luna Serena had Nicholas, the bond between father and son didn’t really heal.”

“She can’t run.” “She does not have to,” Joey said. He turned and called out to the men behind him, “Bring the stretcher.” My pulse was pounding. “Wait, Alaric. Where is he?” Joey’s smile was sharp and merciless. “Running.” I shook my head. “No. He doesn’t run.” “He does,” Joey said, stepping closer. “When he knows who is coming.” A chill ran up my arms. “Who?” Joey looked into Marco’s eyes. They exchanged a silent glance before Joey turned back to me.

Joey says softly as he stares at his phone. I'm trying to stay positive, but my stomach is tied in knots with not knowing what's going on back home. There isn't anything we can do until we land. I don't like not knowing shit. Everything needs to end, and if a turf war is what it's going to take, so be it. May the best fucking man win. ***

“Kai!” I heard my name as I reached the entrance of the club. “Hey, Marco! Are you working here now?” I asked, as he came down from the steps, and we bumped our fists together. “Yeah, I got a transfer from Aurelio. We’re trying out the fresh meat here at the beach for a few months,” he said. I’d met Marco in Fresno, and he’d worked at the same club Kiran had all those years ago, and we had quickly become friends.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

I was about to walk away from him, deeming him unfit for my strength when I heard heavy farmiliar sound approach behind me. Santiago’s voice slipped through the tension. “Marco?” Matteo’s voice followed, but a bit lower, colder. “Who is this?” My father’s eyes lit with interest. “Ah, friends. You never told me you had friends.” He stepped forward, extending a hand like he had every right to be introducing himself to them. “Elijah. Marco’s father.” Santiago’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t shake his hand. Matteo hesitated, then reluctantly accepted it, out of courtesy rather than respect. “I’m Matteo Dela-Cruz, Marco's friend.”

While I walked to the door and beckoned Joseph to come with me. "Anything yet?" I whispered to him. "He gave us a name," he said, and I nodded. "Anyone we know?" I asked, happy that things were falling into place. He leaned in and whispered back. "Some guy called Fatty." "Is he associated with any family or he is just Fatty?" I asked. "No associations that we know of, just Fatty but I think if I dig hard enough I might come out with something." "Where do we find this guy, Fatty?"

The car took a turn and tensions rose as she spotted the club from a distance away, God she didn't want to come back to this place—she'd just gotten over being dumped like a rag after the most exhilarating sex she'd had in a while but now she was being dragged back. ‘Don't embarrass me Kathleen'. Grayson muttered as the car stopped in front of the building. She gasped for air, unsure of what he meant as she was being blindsided and to make it worse he addressed her by her first name...she hadn't heard him say that in a very long time so it felt somewhat unusual. Taking a deep breath, she came out of the car and tagged along behind him as they ventured into the VIP section of the club. There